Smarmy love post

VBM and I have been together now for four years. Right now, he is doing what he does almost every afternoon: taking a nap. Life inside of this relationship is many things. It is being called "sweetheart" which is kind of ironic, if you know me all that well. But when he says it, I believe him. It is the week before my period starts and wanting to rip his face off for making the sound he makes when he drinks water. (It's just swallowing, but my liver just wants to kill whenever that sound is made. Even when I make it. Damn liver.) It is reading the newspaper at dinner sometimes. It is walking slower than I like to when I walk with him. It is being reminded that I don't always listen very well. It is being supported gently and quietly. It is being presented with a dinner that can only be called "Cheesy Fish Bake". It is unselfconscious laughter at the things none of us are supposed to laugh at. It is so much vulnerability sometimes that I want to run and hide. It is a mess in every room. It is being touched more gently than anyone has ever touched me, and I'm always astonished by it. Last year around this time, VBM and me were having a right rotten time of things, and so we broke up. I thought I would never stop crying over it, and I couldn't imagine having to go through all the things you have to go through with someone before you can ask them to buy you tampons on their way home from work. Long story short, there were letters sent out of a Wyoming wildnerness with horsepackers, a move to the 'Coove narrowly averted, and a tearful reunion. I am so grateful for all of it.
Especially this:
Yesterday, VBM and I were riding our bikes to the bar. I spotted a bumpersticker that read
"Men who change diapers
change the WORLD"
I dutifully pointed it out to the VBM, who can be counted upon to have something to say about these kinds of things, and as per usual, he did not disappoint.
"Can I infer, " he remarked, "That the WORLD is a DIAPER?"
*sigh*
I sure do love that Very Bad Man.